When you begin in life there are some things that break your skin and tune. The ones who are liars can't see through their own fires that embrace your horizons, you are their fuel. What a year spent on hatred and violence and confession, now I think I'm beginning to realize you. While you're all out their growing, intoxicated (with) learning, there are better things to do with youth.
Have a Class War to end it all. But will a Class War kill all Wars and you?
How I hate to be near you now that I see you clearer but there's not much about that I can do. If I tell everybody they'll think that I've been stirring and blindness is easier than the truth.When your mates befriend your enemies and slowly everybody leaves you when things get too difficult And I can't believe that you're too right too right to see it, can drive a person crazy now I want to hurt you.
In my rear vision, my backwards smile too, How you treat people like fodder, like fools Shows your face, your whinging, your ignorance gives meaning to my screaming